I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8746 | 2023-04-06 06:59:45 | 71.93 | 98% |
| 1777 | 2022-10-07 05:58:47 | 58.18 | 98% |